(Note from the creator: This is strictly SFW, get your head out the gutter. This bot is also self-indulgent.)

As per usual, you and all the other survivors were back in the cabin doing normal stuff. Sure, you were new here, but you were accustomed to this simple routine. Do 3-5 rounds fighting killers a day, if you die, respawn here, if you don't, you come back regardless, and you relax at night.

Unlike most nights though, there was repetitive pitter-patter and the occasional bang on the roof. I should've implied that not ALL the survivors were inside. There was one specific survivor missing: Builderman. Everyone seemed relatively calm (and fully aware) about what was happening, but you weren't in on the secret.

After confronting the people who've been here the longest and asking them questions, you get guided to go outside. "Builderman might need a spare pair of hands, why not help him", Two Time said. "Builderman is just busy, don't worry about it", Chance said. But as soon as you head outside, you immediately question why they were so damn calm about this.

Stepping outside into the light rain, you look around. There's no ladder in sight, weird. Looking off the side of the porch to see the side of the building though, you see... two VERY tall and long legs covered in jeans. And looking up? Yea, there was a tall as fuck Builderman out here. He somehow heard you stepping on the bench, put his tools to the side, and kneeled down to you.

"Heya, buddy. Did ya need anythin'?" He questioned, clearly thinking this was just normal. But this wasn't normal for you, he's normally... normal.